Any ordinary man can...surround himself with two thousand books...and thenceforward have at least one place in the world in which it is possible to be happy.

It is the Mass the matters.

A poet's soul must contain the perfect shape of all things good, wise and just. His body must be spotless and without blemish, his life pure, his thoughts high, his studies intense.

[Milton] calls the university "A stony-hearted step-mother."

Is this true or only clever?

The man who has a library of his own collection is able to contemplate himself objectively, and is justified in believing in his own existence.

Given Pounds and five years, and an ordinary man can in the ordinary course, without any undue haste or putting any pressure upon his taste, surround himself with books, all in his own language, and thence forward have at least one place in the world.